How many of you here this morning came from “the wrong side of the tracks?” [Draw out some stories about being from “the wrong side”] Did the “wrong side of town” have a name? [I was born on a street known as “Hungry Hill”] Guess what? Every one of us here has come from the “wrong side of the tracks” at one time or other. Whether you grew up on a swanky estate, a ritzy mansion, a standard suburban “splanch” (split level ranch), a shanty in the woods or a slum in the city, you ...
... Jews. Yet Jesus chose to travel through the Samaritan regions as he started out on his road trip to Jerusalem. Jesus chose to invite and include this ostracized group at the outset. And they rejected him. No room at the inn. We don’t want any. Guess what? Go away! No wonder James and John responded with a recommendation for fire and brimstone. Like any good “feud,” the desire for revenge, to get in the last lick, fueled their first response. James and John didn’t realize that as followers of Jesus ...
... A woman who worked at home invited a friend over for coffee. She told her, “Ignore the sign on the door. It’s just for drop‑ins and salespeople.” The sign read, “Bell does not work.” Then penciled underneath were these words, “Knocking won’t, either.” My guess is she didn’t get many visitors. One guy says there was a knock at his front door one cold and rainy day. He opened it and there stood two Jehovah’s Witnesses, damp and shivering in the cold. They asked if they could come inside ...
... becoming quite a celebrity. Sometimes thousands came out. Yet he knew that most of these folks were merely curious. They were not truly seekers after the truth. In fact, someone along the way asked him, “Lord, are only a few people going to be saved?” My guess is that this was a serious question. Maybe this person assumed that he or she was safely in and asked the question in a somewhat smug, self-righteous way. Or maybe this person asked because he or she was worried about being left out. Either way ...
... after he turned 50 and began to contemplate his mortality. “I used to write to live,” he said. “Now I write not to die. I’ll live as long as I have another story to tell.” Jesus was the greatest storyteller who ever lived. But I’ll wager a guess that there’s one Jesus story on which you’ve seldom if ever heard a sermon. It’s our lectionary text for today. And it’s one of the strangest and, for some, the most repugnant story Jesus ever told. There are so many features of this story that ...
... off the poor from the rest of the population. The city’s rich have literally risen above it all by using helicopters to bypass poorer areas. There are now 240 helicopter landing pads in Sao Paulo, Brazil compared to just ten in New York City. (3) Well, I guess that’s one way to ignore the problem. That is one way not to notice. Get a helicopter and fly over it all. The rich man in our story would probably have bought himself a helicopter if they had been available back then. He probably settled for a ...
... surprises his students on Sunday in John 20, so he does with us. He surprises us when we gather in worship with fellow believers. Who knows what Jesus will do here this morning? He surprises us when the Bible is read and when it’s preached. Who can guess how his word will break into our lives? I was sitting in worship one day beside a woman. We said hello and shook hands during greeting. Then in the middle of the sermon she started hitting me with her bulletin: Whap! Whap! Whap! Surprise is one word that ...
... section . . . but with every tug on her arm came a shrieking cry, “I want a dolly for my Christmas. I want a dolly for my Christmas.” So Duncanson walked away, keeping track of her from a distance. She still remembers what her daughter did next. I’ll let you guess. Did her little girl come running after her? Did her daughter tell her that she was wrong to beg and beg and beg for a doll? No she didn’t do any of these things. She lay on the floor and screamed, “I want a dolly for my Christmas. I ...
... community. A friend of mine used to say that if Jesus came to our town today, he’d be driving a beat-up, old pick-up truck and the first place he’d go is the tavern. It’s Jesus’ style as we read the gospels. You’d certainly never guess that by looking at what’s become of his church. Don’t we all look nice and proper? Jesus, however, reaches out to everyone, not just by what he says, but literally by what he does. This isn’t just Jesus’ style. It’s also the main theme of the ...
... assured by reaching the proper total number. Besides learning to count off to get a total tally, sometimes the kids “count off” by two’s or four’s, a fast, easy way to divide up into teams. (Remember how you and your best friends would guess where to stand in the counting-off line so that you could end up on the same team?) There is a lot of “counting off” that happens during the Christmas season count-down. Retailers groused this year that Thanksgiving came so late that it critically shortened ...
... This is not intended as a criticism of Tammy Faye. She was young when she uttered those words about being a Christian “even if it weren’t true.” She had never suffered. She had never been broken. She had never experienced the loss of someone she loved. My guess is that her later years saw a maturing of her faith. Failure and heartache and loss will do that for a person. The author of our Psalm for today knew about the kind of faith that is “Before” and “After.” And when it was all over here is ...
... the Corinthians, there were tiny churches planted all over in cities along the Mediterranean. Still, it seemed like a mighty stretch when St. Paul said that God was going to use this motley group of mostly powerless people to turn the world upside down. But guess what? It was not long before that tiny group of believers took over the whole Roman Empire. Still, at the time Paul was preaching it probably did sound like so much foolishness that God was going to do anything significant with the church. Do you ...
... some of Harold’s peers asked him how he had accomplished the impossible. Harold replied, “Well, I just did something ridiculous and humiliating that got their attention.” Then Harold described the tie stapling incident. Continuing on, Harold explained, “Well, you might have guessed that after a week or so, students began to realize that I was not a full-contact boxing champion and that I was actually wearing a cast. I was afraid that their old rowdy, disrespectful behavior would come back worse than ...
... looking for? Whom were they looking for… even after they found the empty tomb and the rolled up grave cloth and wrappings? Mary Magdalene stayed behind, looking into the tomb and crying. What was she looking for? A dead body and not a living Lord would be a good guess. She said as much to the two angels whom she actually saw sitting on the very place where Jesus’ body had been earlier. What you are looking for really does shape what you actually see and do not see even if it’s right there in front of ...
... to move! This tactic worked immediately. The startled chipmunk darted away. Unfortunately, it settled behind the front tire on the passenger side. Again Pastor Tom clapped. This time our chipmunk ran to the right rear tire. By now you have already guessed that two more clapping episodes, accompanied by some yelling as well as a gathering audience of neighborhood children brought our little furry friend back to its original spot. Suddenly, Pastor Tom, the children, and especially the chipmunk heard loud and ...
... pastors and theologians and teachers have tried to understand what he meant. But Jesus saw the world through a fresh pair of eyes. He truly saw the world through his Father’s eyes. He saw the world as God sees the world, and so we can only guess at the full meaning of the new values that the Kingdom life would entail. Probably many of the things that we cherish most our possessions, our nice homes, our affluent lifestyles would have less interest if we truly were born again. The things that this world ...
... s so important anyway?” “I’m drawing a picture of Jesus,” exclaimed Jenny proudly. Shaking his head Jenny’s dad said, “Jenny, nobody knows exactly what Jesus looks like.” “They will in a minute!” proclaimed Jenny, and got back to work. Can you guess what this precocious young lady was drawing? You are absolutely correct… Jenny was not drawing a face. She was making a cross using every one of the 64 crayons in the art table box! Indeed, especially on Good Friday, the cross gives us a most ...
... for our funerals to begin. What would you like folks to say about you when they passed by on the way to their pews?” “I haven’t really given it much thought,” Bill said as he looked longingly at their car parked at the other side of the bridge. “I guess I’d want folks to say I was a good husband and father, I worked hard, and I loved Jesus. What about you, Sue?” “Well,” began Sue. “I’d like folks to say I was a good worker for the Lord, I loved my family, and heaven is a wonderful ...
... the picture on the wall help you figure out where the pieces belong.” As Johnny was scooping up the torn scraps of paper, Dad was imagining at least ten quiet minutes; maybe even longer if Johnny didn’t ask his mom to help out. Well, you can guess what happened. Before Dad could even finish reading last night’s basketball scores, Johnny burst into the living room, jumped on Dad’s lap, and cried out, “I’m all finished! Come and see! Come and see!” With a sigh, Dad slowly pushed himself up out ...
... , “Johnny, why don’t you tell us where Jesus was in this story.” He replied, “Oh, he was on a mountain.” “Yes, that’s right,” said the teacher, “Do you remember why he was up there?” Johnny answered with a confused look, “I guess that’s where his arithmetic class was held.” The teacher looked at him and wondered what he meant. “What do you mean, arithmetic class?” “Well” Johnny replied, “The Bible said, ‘Jesus went up on the mountain and there he began to figure.’ The ...
... . It was the middle of the day, and the little boy’s vision began to get cloudy and dark and he said: “Daddy, it’s getting dark isn’t it?” The professor said to his son, “Yes son it is getting dark, very dark.” The dying boy said, “Daddy, I guess it’s time for me to go to sleep isn’t it?” He said, “Yes, son, it’s time for you to go to sleep.” The professor said his son had a way of fixing his pillow just so, and putting his head on his hands when he slept, and ...
... . Boy, that would be wonderful, wouldn’t it? To be totally untroubled? If I asked you to describe a troubled heart, what are the words you would use? Fearful? Angry? Envious? Stressed out? Bitter? The list could go on and on. A heart may be troubled by many things. My guess is that most of them could be boiled down to one word, though: fear. What is envy, but the fear that we don’t measure up because we do not have what someone else has? What is greed, but the fear that what we have is not enough, that ...
... each other at church. He was stymied. Finally, however one night, tired of waiting his girl grabbed him and kissed him. He said, “We need a Bible verse!” Without hesitation she said, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!” My guess is that, under those circumstances, just about any Bible verse would do. Pastor Wayne Brouwer tells about two young people in Montreal a few years ago who fell in love. That’s nothing unusual. But here’s where the story gets interesting. Rene’s parents ...
... be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.” Some unknown author has put it into a little poem: Said the robin to the sparrow: “I’d really like to know; Why these anxious human creatures rush about and worry so.” Said the sparrow to the robin, “I guess that it must be, that they have no Father such as cares for you and me.” Another unknown poet put it like this: “If God sees the sparrow’s fall, Paints the lilies short and tall, Gives the skies their azure hue, Will He not then care for ...
... he showed no fear and never hesitated. When he came down to the ground level a man who had been watching asked, “How did you ever get a job like that?” “Well,” replied the ironworker, “I used to drive a school bus but my nerves gave out.” I guess we all have our breaking point. Walking a narrow beam 15 stories in the air is one thing, but driving a bus-full of noisy children is quite another. Stephen King is known as a writer of scary stories stories like Carrie and The Shining. In an interview ...